Fu Shiyi opened the jade slip, and four large silver seal characters of "Anu Brushwork" were embedded on the cover. A few lines of small seal script briefly introduced the author's life and the general content of the jade slip. Coincidentally, the author was related to "Qingxi Brushwork"
The real person Qingxi on the jade slip is also an ancient monk thousands of years ago.
Only monks from large ancient sects could make jade slips to record their experiences.
This jade slip happened to record the magic formula Fu Shiyi needed:
"Old senior, how do you sell this jade slip?"
The old monk glanced at the jade pendant with a phoenix carved on Fu Shiyi's body. After knowing that the other party was a member of the Fu clan from the four major families in Jingzhou, he said truthfully:
"This jade slip was earned by the old man with his life in the Mist Forbidden Area. There are twenty-three low-grade spiritual stones, not one of which can be missing."
He pointed to the third store to the east:
"In the book shop of Qingxu Sect, only the spirit beast contract magic formula is sold at this price."
"My jade slip also records a recipe for feeding spiritual beasts. Although the yellow chestnut tree, the main ingredient of the recipe, has long been extinct in the catastrophe ten thousand years ago, it is still of great reference value for those who make alchemy.
of."
The old monk obviously wanted to sell the jade slips, so he said earnestly:
"Although Huangli Pill is only a first-level elixir, even the Feng family in Nanshan County, which has been inherited for more than three thousand years, only has more than twenty pill recipes. Fellow Taoist, my price is the most affordable." Fu Shiyi saw that "Anu's Records" and "Qingxi's Records" also recorded some weird characteristics, and felt that it was suitable for research and the price was reasonable, so he no longer hesitated.
After the payment was completed, Fu Shi immersed her mental power into the jade slip. A huge flow of information was poured into her memory, and then the jade slip disappeared into fragments of spiritual power.
After Fu Shiyi returned to Baizhen Pavilion, she silently wrote the spirit beast contract formula into a book. According to the clan rules set by the sixth generation clan leader, she copied the formula and left it to the clan, and she could also subsidize a quarter of it.
The difference.
After Qi Bo put the books away and put them in the drawer, he couldn't help but sigh:
"Speaking of which, that old Qiu Tou is also a pitiful person. In order to leave some spiritual stones for his six-year-old son, he went to the Mist Forbidden Land to fight for his life at the age of eighty. He could have lived to be more than a hundred years old.
But looking at it now, it’s only been in the past few years.”
Poor parents in the world.
Fu Shiyi lamented. She completed the materials needed to refine a set of magic platforms, formation disks and four formation flags from her own shop to sign the spirit beast contract, and then handed them over to her uncle.
My brother-in-law is the only second-level formation mage in the clan besides the two third-level formation masters, Third Grandpa and Fourth Grandpa.
Among the various arts of cultivation, the formation master is the most difficult to improve.
It not only depends on talent, but also needs to explore one's own way from the nine thousand avenues.
The reason why my father chose to go to the Southern Wilderness with his uncle, who was at the seventh level of Qi training, was because of his formation skills, because formation masters could often awaken the dormant power of mountains, rivers, earth veins, heaven and earth, and transcendence through formations.
Kill.
On the way back to Guyaju from Xihefang, when he passed through the Mist Forbidden Land again, Fu Shiyi happened to see young monks walking into the deep dragon's mouth in twos and threes.
Fu Shiyi couldn’t understand:
"Uncle, why do they still go in even though they know the curse of the Mist Forbidden Land? Don't you think it's a pity that they are still so young?"
"Little girl, you are just a little girl. You have been cultivating in the clan, so naturally you don't know the pain of casual cultivation."
"More than half of the spiritual veins, spiritual stones, spiritual herbs and spiritual objects in the entire Jingzhou are controlled by the Qingxu Sect, a smaller half is occupied by our four major families, and the rest has been looted by those small families. Casual cultivators want to practice
Naturally, we can only risk our lives for resources."
"Furthermore, the ancestors of today's Southern Wilderness originally received an inheritance from the Mist Forbidden Land, so they set up a mountain gate in Southern Wilderness and established the Loose Cultivator Alliance. A living example is before our eyes. There is a glimmer of hope to become the second one.
Ancestors of the Southern Wilderness, they will naturally succeed one after another."
Natural selection, survival of the fittest.
Immortal cultivators are not as lofty as ordinary people think. Fu Shiyi feels a little sad. Fortunately, she was born in the Fu clan and has many elder brothers in the clan to support her and work together.
"It's only been a few years since I came here, but the color of the blood and tears on the dragon's head and cheeks seems to be much darker."
Fu Zhifei murmured to himself, then solemnly confessed to Fu Shiyi:
"Eleven, if it is not necessary in the future, it is better not to take the path of Broken Bone Cliff."
Fu Zhifei took one last look at the dragon head standing behind him before taking Fu Shiyi away.
On the way back, because Fu Shiyi's magic power had not been restored, he walked slowly. Unknowingly, after entering Qin Zhulin, it became dark.
Not long after entering the bamboo forest, Fu Shiyi heard a faint sound of gongs, drums and suonas. At first, she thought it was an auditory hallucination, but the sound became clearer and clearer from far to near: Fu Shiyi couldn't help but
Shivered:
"Uncle, wait for me."
Fu Shiyi ran with all his strength, and when he reached Fu Zhifei who was waiting in front, he saw at a glance that at the other end of the bamboo forest less than ten meters away from them, a black sedan chair carried by four paper people was floating in their direction.
Come.
In front of the sedan, there are four paper-made people playing gongs, drums and suona.
"What the hell is this?"
Fu Zhifei muttered and was about to step forward to kill him with his sword. Fu Shiyi was so frightened that she saw seventy-one identical jet-black sedans following this sedan, and eight of them followed in front of each sedan.
A paper-pricked person.
This strange scene immediately reminded her of the strange events mentioned in "The Purging Record" and "Anu Record". She didn't have time to explain, so she took her uncle and jumped into the jungle nearby and hid in: <
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"Shh, uncle, don't make a sound."
As soon as the two of them hid, the black sedan floated past them, one after another. When they reached the thirty-sixth position, a breeze blew open the curtain of the sedan.
A woman in the sedan, wearing a phoenix crown on her head, a red scarf covering her face, and a red wedding dress embroidered with gold patterns, tilted her head in the direction of Fu Shiyi.
Fu Shiyi is at a low angle, and you can just see her face when looking up.
I saw that the pale face was covered with yellow pustules, and a pair of red eyes without eyeballs were emitting a wisp of bluish-white will-o'-the-wisps, and drops of blood and tears hit the sedan chair.
"vomit"
Fu Shiyi's stomach turned. She lowered her head, and the curtain of the sedan was just covered again. After a mournful cry, the black sedan finally passed in front of her.
When the seventy-two black sedans passed by and the sound of gongs, drums and suonas drifted away, Fu Shiyi asked his uncle to take him far away from the bamboo forest.
"Did I hit a ghost today?"
Although my uncle Fu Zhifei was used to big scenes, this was his first time experiencing such a strange scene. He frowned:
"Eleven, why did you stop me from doing it just now?"